One of my favorite old movies turns 70.
Some possibly urban legends about deleted scenes from the 1933 movie, in which Kong chews some people up, steps on them, strips Fay Wray naked, drops a chick after grabbing her from a New York window, and does other stuff that shocked the hell out of people during the depression but probably wouldn’t make people blink nowadays.
Irony defined — by the British, of course, because they did invent the language after all. I’m posting this here because I’m resisting the temptation to send it directly to people.
Favorite part so far: “every one of us, I’d guess, has a friend who engages in an argument, waits patiently until you’ve said something really trenchant and probably wrong, then cocks his (or her) head to one side and says, “Do you think that’s true?” thereafter pursuing each one of your most ridiculous points and challenging them from a perspective of utter (pretended) ignorance. Weirdly, this is never called irony, even though every other bloody thing that anyone ever says is.”
“And of course, he chose evil. I guess you can’t blame him, that’s where all the money and glamour is. The good side just has a bunch of broke, ignored, frustrated do-gooders. Evil has the top shelf gin and those nice thick ice cubes that keep the drink cold for as long as it takes. Fuckers.”
How hard would it be to do this yourself? Hmm. Possibilities.
Looks like Cockeyed.com has an east-coast counterpart: All Too Flat. I’m thinking there should be a midwest contingent.
I had to delete Willy Wonka from my friends list, because he put 189,000 people in my personal network, and that was just too ridiculous to look through all the time. Now I’m just down to a manageable 989 real people who are actually friends or friends of friends, and who are people I might actually be able to meet.
Still, you are not on there. What’s up with that? My dog Spike is even on Friendster.
I now have 16,9903 people in my personal network. I’m sure this has something to do with the fact that Willy Wonka added me to his friends. Everyone is friends with Willy, because as Sammy says, he makes a groovy lemon pie.
2019 update: Ah, those halcyon days when social media was a toy we could play with and not a tool that would destroy democracy.
Starts July 8th on CBS. I’ll be setting my DVR for this. Ah, summertime.
“You are invited to take part in MOB, the project that creates an inexplicable mob of people in New York City for ten minutes or less. Please forward this to other people you know who might like to join.”
Hmmm. Sounds fun. New Mutual Friends project? I’ll have to e-mail Lori.